Chapter 139: The Kings Funeral (Middle, Part Three, Pseudo)
One after another, Black Widow motorcycles with golden headlights parked in front of the library.
The people who got off the car were wearing uniform dark black combat uniforms, and there were long cloth bags tied to the exhaust pipes behind the car, which contained bright steel knives and shotguns with extremely wide range of lethality.
Those guys wearing hoods and masks, dressed as terrorists in CS, took off their bags and put them on their shoulders, holding mini submachine guns in an attack formation, always ready to charge in.
In the library control room, two old men looked at each other, pulled the bolts of their pistols with a snap, and the Frigga bullet with a crimson bullet was loaded into the chamber.
"The North Road area guarded by Norma is the most heavily defended area in the entire academy."
Schneider was still standing in front of the control panel, speaking calmly.
"But these thugs are about to put a gun to our heads. I can't use my personality to guarantee that I won't rebel by then."
Manstein said loudly while tugging at the collar of his slightly tight combat uniform that had not been worn for decades.
The library control room does not have a metal floor that can pass tens of thousands of volts of high-voltage electricity as a defensive measure. The distance between them and intruders is now only a wall.
Maybe before the principal came out from the underground research base, he heard the news that the three old guys had died in school or had rebelled on the spot.
"I have contacted Group D, which is composed of key members of the student union."
Schneider pointed to an area on the screen where dozens of red dots were flashing.
Guderian, who was counting the number of bullets at the side, heard these words and quickly came over.
"I think we still have a good chance of winning."
The old professor bravely picked up the dagger and waved it in the air, as if he was recalling the move he had trained in the Navy Special Forces a long time ago, the aorta move.
"But their current situation is not good. There are over a hundred intruders this time, and it may take thirty minutes for the organized rescue team to arrive."
Schneider's next words made the other two people's original excitement sink to the bottom.
"Forget it, I still hope they can give preferential treatment to older prisoners."
Guderian threw away the dagger as if resigned to his fate and prepared to surrender with both hands. The speed of the transformation was staggering.
"But why are you still so calm?"
Manstein stopped talking nonsense and stared at the German man in a long black trench coat and a pure white oxygen mask.
"Because I contacted other people."
Schneider tilted his head and shook his phone at the two of them. The look in his iron-gray eyes was either teasing or mocking, or both.
Outside the empty space of the library, more and more Black Widow motorcycles were parked. The intruders were riding on the vehicles, holding shotguns and steel knives, blocking the door, as if waiting for orders.
"attack."
There is an electric current sound in the special headset, and the specially processed sound comes out.
For a moment, the low roar of the motorcycle engine and the harsh scratching of the rubber tires resounded one after another, and a ferocious golden color began to flow from their eyes.
This group of people actually planned to ride a motorcycle and run in. That's right, no matter what mechanism was behind the door, it would be completely destroyed by such a powerful motorcycle.
When such heavy-duty locomotives gather together, the resulting torrent of steel will cause as much damage as the iron hooves of the Mongols who conquered the Eurasian continent.
However, just as they were preparing to attack, a ray of light fell heavily from the sky, causing the marble floor with a radius of ten meters to crack and almost turn into corn powder. It was like a mountain falling.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, the intruder looked out from under his mask and saw a dark, gilded ancient sword standing there squarely, with cracks on the surrounding floor spreading like a spider web.
They raised their heads and looked in the direction of the sword falling from the sky. Their green robes did not look out of place in the night.
The young man with a handsome face stood on the top of the cube-shaped library made of reinforced concrete and looked down at everyone. His burning golden eyes revealed extreme majesty. Facing the bright silver moonlight, he felt even more eerie and mysterious.
"Knock this guy down for me."
After experiencing the panic of first acquaintance, the leading man waved, and dozens of intruders behind him raised their submachine guns.
Fiery tongues of fire burst out from the dark barrel along with a huge roar, like sparks thrown by flints striking each other.
For a time, dozens of bullet jets swung like fireworks in the dark night, streaking through the air with red fringed light strips, and headed straight for the figure above their heads.
However, the young man in green robe just faced forward and slowly poked out a fair and slender hand from the gorgeous sleeve robe decorated with cloud patterns.
The young man's lips moved, solemnly speaking out one ancient and noble syllable after another.
The flames in the golden eyes exploded and disappeared in a flash. It was as if there was an invisible wave centered on him, suddenly erupting and spreading outwards.
Before a sudden storm appeared in the open space of the library, the speed and direction of all the metal bullets began to be affected by the tearing force of the hurricane wind and flew everywhere. None of them could scratch his large robe.
Li Longyuan's handprints changed again, and the Tai'a sword on the ground began to rotate rapidly with the wind and gradually lifted into the air.
At the same time, the handsome young man in green shirt lightly tapped the ground and jumped down from the top of the six or seven-story library.
All the intruders stared at this shocking scene that surpassed scientific explanation and were stunned in place.
Li Longyuan took Tai'a in the air, and after a clear chant from the sword, the frosty silver light suddenly appeared in the dark night, and the light shone on the bullfighting.
As soon as the team leader took out the steel knife from the black packaging bag, he was horrified to see the young man in green robe falling like a wild goose, with his hands raised above his head, and the ancient sword engraved with a pale golden dragon pattern was facing him.
Quickly chop down.
This sword was like Mount Tai falling, magnifying rapidly in his eyes.
"clang!"
A clear and melodious sound of gold and iron sounded. The steel knife used for blocking in the leader's hand broke into two pieces. The knife fell to the ground with a clang sound. The sharp sword tip evenly cut his mask and carbon fiber helmet into two pieces.
Half, showing the unique appearance of Slavs.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Li Longyuan fell down smoothly, and swung Tai'a in his hand very quickly. The blurry and changing sword shadows entangled Feng Liu with overwhelming power.
More and more intruders have their high-fiber combat uniforms torn apart, their wrists are bleeding, and they are forced to lose the ability to shoot.
But there are still people rushing forward with steel knives. In terms of physical fitness and combat ability, these intruders are top-notch.
They opened their golden eyes, and someone in the team silently recited the dragon inscriptions. The field of Yan Ling and the Attendant of the King increased and blessed, and Li Longyuan was temporarily surrounded.
This was the most difficult battle he had ever encountered in the Miller Building. No matter how powerful the mercenaries were, they were just ordinary people. But these people were all mixed races, and their upper limit was already higher.
In the library control room, Guderian and Manstein looked at this scene anxiously.
"We're going to go out and help this little guy."
Guderian's expression finally turned serious as he watched Li Longyuan enter the school. Although his speech spirit was only a Tianyan of the auxiliary department, it could better help him use thermal weapons.
"No, look at him, does he look nervous at all?"
Schneider spoke up in time to stop the impulsive Guderian, and focused on calling up the picture taken by the still intact monitor.
Above, the intruders with golden eyes like beasts formed a circle, surrounding a handsome young man in a green robe, and were constantly probing forward with a steel knife.
But Li Yongyuan still had a faint smile on his lips, and his golden eyes were still so stern, as if the three circles outside and the three circles here were here to pay homage to the majesty of the king.
Soon, the people in the circle closest to Li Longyuan raised their steel knives and slashed them down in unison. As the saying goes, ants kill an elephant, and it is nothing more than the wolf pack tactics of Zhan Lu.
"Zha!"
Li Longyuan suddenly shouted loudly and swept out Tai'a in his hand.
This move is one of the fifth ancient sword techniques and is famous in the troubled world.
The so-called troubled times are nothing but smoke, war, fire, blood, and displaced people.
The meaning of the chaotic world is to bring order out of chaos and restore order and justice to the world.
This swordsmanship is very good at group attacks.
In troubled times, who dares to claim to be invincible? Who dares to claim to be invincible?
A low whistling sound brought up a cool sword light. The sword was as fast as a flowing fire, but it did not bring out a fierce and blazing flame like the sunshine. If the sun shines brightly, it is indeed a slight coolness.
It's like the feeling after encountering the rain for the first time in the barren, dry and cracked soil after a series of wars between countries.
After a series of explosions of gold and iron clashing.
All the steel knives that were stretched out were cut down by this sword with a wide range. The carbon steel material of the military steel knife was cut off at the first contact, and the steel tips were all thrown upside down.
The handsome young man in green robes held the ancient sword in one hand, with an elegant posture, and swung it 360 degrees in the air. A substantial frost-white arc directly swept away a large number of people around him, making no one dare to approach.
"my God."
In front of the screen, Guderian waved his hands excitedly. This move was so cool that it shocked the old man's heart, which had been quiet and calm for many years. It simply brought the aesthetics of violence to the extreme.
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Chu Zihang and the Sanwu girl looked at each other from a distance.
The expressionless senior brother opened his mouth and silently spit out the dragon text.
The petite cold-faced girl also responded with dragon text. There was no communication between them, but they both chose the most dangerous collision.
The Yan Ling·Junyan field erupts!
The Yan Ling·Junyan field erupts!
Almost at the same time, dazzling flames like electric welding swept out after shattering the glass of the church. The high-temperature and blazing fire waves even spread to the surrounding students or intruders who were close to the church.
"Back off, everyone leave the church."
In everyone's earphones, the roar of Schneider's exchanges rang out. He was so attracted by Li Longyuan's outstanding performance that he seemed to have forgotten that there was another student with No. 89 on the periodic table, a high-risk verbal spirit.
Energy ripples spread out in circles. This is no longer a field that ordinary hybrids can participate in. They hold the power of the gods and collide fiercely. If they are not careful, they will turn into corn powder in the aftermath of the spirit.
"Reckless!"
Manstein rubbed his smooth head, are all the young people today so fierce?
At this time, all the intruders outside the library had been dealt with by Li Longyuan, and some of them were even kicked upside down and flew out and hung on tree branches, which showed the fierceness of the battle.
With the whole place wailing, the handsome and charming young man slowly put Tai'a into the scabbard. Not a drop of blood could be stained or adsorbed on this ancient sword.
He is a guy who is incompatible with the environment. He wears ancient robes in a modern academy, his weapon is only a sword, and his combat power is even worse.
This kind of situation has laid a lot of shadows for the intruders.
He doesn't look like a human or a hybrid at all, but more like a dragon king who was buried in a nanmu coffin and has only recently revived after thousands of years of vicissitudes.
"Who are you?"
The leader of the team had been chopped down by the young man with a sword and almost had his head cut off, and he was hit with a heavy elbow until he vomited blood and fell back. Now he is lying on the ground, still asking with all his strength.
"I am, Li Yongyuan."
The young man holding the sword with both hands and sharpening it like a god in front of the library door tilted his head slightly at this moment, seeming to be thinking about this issue seriously.
Finally, he answered firmly.
This name has been with the boy for seventeen years and has become a symbol extending into his blood.
However, no one responded to him anymore, and the leader's eyes darkened and he fainted.
The young man raised his head slightly, looked at the place where the red fire came out in the distance, and smiled slightly.
This is Jun Yan's fifth confrontation, and cold sweat has appeared on the foreheads of both Chu Zihang and Sanwu girl.
He didn't expect that a girl who looked thin could have such a strong will and be able to control this kind of power that was always rioting in her blood.
You must know that the reason why Jun Yan is called a high-risk word spirit is not only because of its great power, but also because it is difficult to control.
As for the hybrids who have awakened to the King Flame, each of them is on the verge of losing control of their bloodline, and they are far more likely to fall into the abyss of depravity than ordinary hybrids.
They seem to be the same type of people, silently bearing the burden brought by the authority of the gods and moving forward with the burden for their own purposes.
But Chu Zihang will not be merciful just because of this. Even if there are thousands of reasons, he will not be soft-hearted when meeting people with different views.
The high-temperature residual heat after the collision of the fifth round of Junyan had not dissipated. The ice-faced young man pulled out Murasame, rushed towards the girl opposite with the long and shiny Japanese sword, and then swung it down.
Kasaya beheads!
However, the seemingly helpless girl was not frightened and just silently extended her right hand.
"clang!"
The harsh air sound waves spread and raised small dust circles. The Sanwu girl looked at the long knife that was only an inch away from her body with an expressionless face.
A sharp and silver triangular military thorn protruded from the combat uniform, firmly blocking Chu Zihang's cassock slash after his sudden advance.
This military thorn is thirty centimeters long, has a prismatic shape, and is a knife with three sides.
It can be said to be an invincible weapon in close combat. Because of its special blood groove structure, once it is pierced into the human body, the blood will not stop.
The Sanwu girl's eyes changed, from empty and indifferent to extremely dangerous. The military thorn in her hand swiped horizontally, and she ran towards the door facing Chu Zihang.
The facially paralyzed senior brother took a step back and distanced himself. This was the optimal length for a mid-length weapon like Murasame to be effective. However, the opponent refused to let go and still kept close to him. He was very capable of stalking the snake and following it with a stick.
The three-edged military thorns in his hands thrust out in various sharp ways, and his moves were cruel and deadly. He was also a decisive guy.
Chu Zihang kept swinging Murasame, hitting the military thorn accurately, and instantly shot out countless sparks and fireworks.